WASTELAND CHPT 1
"Boring….even more boring….even more boring than the last one…Kami, is there NOTHING good to watch on TV nowadays?" I sighed as I flicked over to a news channel before sitting up on the couch.
"Breaking news, the government has now initialized DEFCON 1. I'm here in Tokyo where it is complete chaos. Fires are spreading along all the buildings, robberies and criminals are growing more and more throughout the city. The government has announced for all civilians to stay in their homes, the situation is under control." I then turned off the TV as I stood up quickly.
"Shit…this is bad…DEFCON 1 is war, but yet…America is going to launch nuclear bombs along whole eastern coast of Asia before we do…damn it…I have to pack up everything then." I said to myself as I began moving things around to the front of my house door in case any wise guy decides he wants in. I blocked the windows and eventually all the doors as I grabbed the phone and began dialing my grandmother.
"I'm sorry but your call cannot be received at this time. Please try again later." I then grabbed the phone and threw it to the wall in frustration as I turned on the TV again to see the news reporter gone and hell going through all of Tokyo. Shops were destroyed beyond recognition, buildings were on fire, Tokyo was in hell, maybe even the whole world was in hell. I then left my living room leaving the TV on as I ran upstairs to my bedroom and took out all the drawers from my cabinet, emptying all the clothes as I searched for anything valuable, I soon found some money and put it inside my pants pocket in case it might still be valuable in the world as I finished taking everything out. I pulled the curtains over my windows, not before looking outside in case of anyone. Seeing the coast clear I locked the windows and covered them with a large cabinet quickly before leaving the room. I headed downstairs again to my basement as I looked around at all my puppets as I sighed. "I have to leave the poor things…good thing I left the most precious in America with my grandmother. Now I just need to figure out a plan before it's too late." I said to myself.
I moved deeper into the basement as I sat down by my workdesk, moving everything around as I gathered everything needed in case of an escape. I gathered my poisons, my tools, and a small notebook in case.
"No…escape? There is no escape from this hell, not now. I have to stay…and create it before it's too late. I still have time and there's a fallout shelter in case the American's do anything funny." I said to myself as I smirked. Soon hours and eventually days passed. I lived off of the food I have stored in the fallout as I went outside to look more food from time to time. I soon began writing in my journal, maybe someone will find it and use my survival tips to survive in this hell. Since things never got to be the same since that day, the day the American's bombed Tokyo. Good thing I live out in Kagoshima instead of the capitol. Even though there are better jobs out in the capitol.
Now it's been 2 years and I'm running out of food, good thing 'it' is almost finished, if not, I would be lying dead in my basement. No one has tried to break into my house also, which is a good thing because I only have a few kitchen knives and blades, and they wouldn't last long. I would check daily through the radio and it seems Russia got involved in the war and bombed some of America's major cities, good thing my grandmother doesn't live in those major cities. Or else I would have no home to go to when I find a way out of Japan. I soon decided the impossible…I cut off my own legs and attached puppet legs. It was a bloody, horrible procedure but it had to be done. I could get tired while walking through mountains or dirt roads. So it was for the best. It was hard getting used to, but I got accustomed to it after some time.
2 more years passed and I finally found a gun shop not too far from my house, I took everything I could, assault rifles, pistols, ammunition, and more. I'll need when I get to escape from this hell, since "it" is almost finished. Just a few more parts and I will be ready to use it against anyone that decides to pull something. I was able to call my grandmother a few weeks ago, turns out she's safe, and yet she hasn't found a way to get me out of here. Looks like I have to stick to the radio more and hope for an escape. I'm tired of waiting for an escape and hiding, I need to go out and try to get out myself before it's too late. I'm running out of water and drinks slowly so I started conserving it.
Another two years passes, it's been 5 years since the war originally started and it's still going strong, good thing I finally finished "it". Now I need to prepare everything and leave or at least find a way to escape. A week soon passes and the news has sent out a transmission from England, saying they're deploying civilians to America. That's my trip out of here, but it'll probably take me months or even a year to reach England. Oh well, I always wanted to explore the world, so why not go through China, Russia and all of Europe to catch a plane?
As I pulled my hood over my head covering my flaming red hair I opened the front door as I zipped up my high collared jacket. I made sure to hide everything valuable in case as I stepped out and looked around, seeing cars broken down everywhere as I began walking slowly.
"No hostiles visible." It said as a smirk spread across my lips before securing my pistol in it's holster.
Now the real journey begins…
